At this time, the dawn had just risen, rendering the water city sparklingly brilliant, its pavements glittering like diamonds from the residual water.
Lu Shu, standing in the sunlight, still bore the scent of blood that he had carried over from the night.
"If you are a traveler from outside, then you should prepare to leave as soon as possible. Once Maritime Banquet is held after seven days, the entire Pulaya will transform into a wild slaughterhouse, a festive chaos that might even affect the locals..." The proprietress's attitude seemed a bit too enthusiastic as she spoke, moving closer to Lu Shu who stood at the counter, almost as if she wanted to embrace him.
Lu Shu slightly frowned.
"I've experienced the chaos of the night," he said, "The Soul Clan is too rampant... This city's Soul Hunters seem to be few..."